Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 22

She was making a spectacle of herself in front of him, and it was downright rude.

Elysia took several deep breaths in the shadows, working to calm her frazzled nerves.

Seeing her regain her composure, Tarquin’s voice was icy as he demanded, “Alright, spill it. What was yesterday’s fiasco all about?”

Elysia tilted her chin defiantly and countered, “What fiasco are you talking about?”

“Who whisked you away? Where did you two fly off to after that? And, what’s your angle with me? Are you after my money or are you gunning for my life?”

Elysia was flabbergasted, “When did I ever try to get close to you? Yesterday, you came knocking at my door and hauled me away, and then the building suddenly caught fire. I took the chance to run for it. I’m not after your cash, and I certainly didn’t…”

She paused, biting her lip. If he was that brute, she might indeed want to throttle him.

“And didn’t what?” Tarquin pressed.

Elysia pouted, muttering, “Didn’t want to take

your

life!”

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“Do you really think I’m buying any of this?” he bit back. “Well… believe it or not, I’m only telling you like it is!”

Tarquin asked, “So, where did you crash last night?”

He had sent people to the motel to look for her, but she was nowhere to be found. The motel owner aid they took off without even checking out.

With his current resources, if he couldn’t find someone in Jindale City, the biggest possibility was that man was covering their tracks well. And only someone with real skills could hide like that.

Elysia was clueless that it was Elliot who had tampered with the surveillance. She frowned and retorted, “What does it matter to you where I stay? How’s that any of

her a frosty look, and Elysia’s heart skipped

intimidating wheh angry.

had flared, and she’d been as fierce as a little tiger, but now, cooled down, she felt the bite of

on herself and grumbled, “That’s my private

just a private matter, or are you

don’t owe you…” The

1/2

pulled out her phone, showing him at

look at this

glanced at the photo, his

a child’s tender leg was covered with a large

1. at.

probably your wife. That’s child abuse! I

Tarquin was silent.

added, “The train station has cameras. If you don’t believe me, go

her word; he knew all too well what Nola was

wasn’t caused by me, but your son did

blankly and turned speechless.

a marital relationship, she couldn’t

on my wrist was all you,” Tarquin added.

mark on his wrist

was at loss of words, “If you

up behind bars and leave your kids

“Clean about what?”

to me. Who’s

no intention of getting close to you, and nobody sent

tell

the truth!”